Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 934 Where does this thing come from?

On one side was the place where Lin Feng's broken sword pierced, and blood was flowing out.

In the palm of the other hand, there was a small stone-like object the size of a peanut.

Shu Fengting pinched the small stone with his fingers. It was not too hard, but had some weight.

He threw it away, tore off a piece of clothing, and wrapped it tightly around his palm to prevent more blood from flowing out.

Of course, the elbow and the forearm that were just scratched also need to be treated to stop the bleeding.

This time Lin Feng was very honest. He stood at the other end of the pavilion and watched quietly as Shu Fengting was busy treating his wounds.

Because Lin Feng has used all his means, the next step is to wait for Shu Fengting's blood to drain out.

The revolver was gone, leaving only the broken sword and Ye Liangcai's auxiliary attack.

This is my first time doing remote assistance, and I’m very immature. If I don’t handle it right and hurt myself, it will be embarrassing.

So, Lin Feng simply stood there.

The disciples of the hidden sects under the Tianzhi Pavilion were already dumbfounded.

Zuo Shanxing from Taihang Mountain and Yang Haoran from Qinling Mountains, holding gourds filled with wine in their hands, were staring blankly up at Tianzhi Pavilion.

There has never been an example of a master in the secular world fighting for such a long time with the disciples of a hidden sect.

Facing worldly masters, defeating them is always just a matter of waving your hand.

Although Lin Feng is a disciple of Yuquan Temple, and although Yuquan Temple dare not admit it, the fact is the fact.

But no matter how talented Lin Feng is, he has only been learning for a few months.

The skills of the hidden sects would not be very effective even after ten years, let alone a few months.

It takes ten years to get started, thirty years to get started, and fifty years to achieve some success.

Of course, a genius can shorten this time, but no matter how talented one is, it is impossible to shorten the time so much.

Kaiji Keisuke's heart was more turbulent than anyone else's.

He had long felt that Lin Feng was no ordinary person, and was glad that he did not act rashly and get involved.

However, even though he had a judgment, it was just a judgment.

I didn’t expect Lin Feng to be so extraordinary.

Who is Shu Fengting?

Each sect will have records. Ordinary disciples remember them more simply, but for those middle-level or upper-middle-level disciples, they will be very detailed.

Although we have never fought each other, everyone has a scale in their hearts.

Shu Fengting is already at a middle-to-high level among the hidden sects.

It's not based on his identity, but calculated based on his skill.

In Hai Lujingsan's mind, the three disciples from the hidden sect under Tianzhi Pavilion, even if combined, were no match for Shu Fengting alone.

But such a master actually fought with Lin Feng for so long.

What were the two people doing up there?

The gunfire continued, but it didn't seem too intense.

Is there someone playing music to liven up the atmosphere?

The three disciples from the hidden sects were just watching the battle from below without circulating their true energy.

The music that appeared in the darkness sounded a little strange to their ears, but it did not affect them at all.

The sound of gunfire was too common. The Zhenxi Army had such muskets, and this was also a strange thing made by Lin Feng.

Almost everyone in the world knows about this.

However, these muskets were a bit too dismissive and careless when used against them.

No matter how powerful your guns are, if you can't hit them, it will be useless.

Therefore, the gunshot was not the reason that stopped Shu Fengting from taking action.

What was left was the music in the night wind and Lin Feng's skills, which had only been learned for less than a year.

These two things seemed so boring and pale in the minds of several disciples from secluded sects.

They felt pale in their hearts, but Shu Fengting's face was really pale.

No, it's pale.

Even after being treated, the wound still continued to bleed.

It’s okay if I don’t know, but since I can see clearly with my eyes, who wouldn’t feel scared when I see the blood gushing out?

What the hell is this?

Why can't the bleeding stop?

It is true that Shu Fengting is a master of the sect, but he is still completely confused by this strange phenomenon.

His hands were already trembling slightly.

No matter how skilled you are, you cannot stop the blood in your body from decreasing continuously, as if you feel your life slipping away quietly.

Shu Fengting felt exhausted all over and wanted to sit down and take a breath.

But there was a younger person standing opposite him, who was not only young but also a worldly person, and was usually regarded as an ant by him.

He wanted to kill Lin Feng before he died.

But his legs were out of control, and his mind was filled with thoughts of his future, property, family, sect, disciples, and the higher realm he longed for.

My mind was in a mess and I just stood there in the wind, feeling extremely confused.

Lin Feng's internal Qi circulated for a few weeks, suppressing his restlessness and looking at Shu Fengting quietly.

He really wanted to rush over and deliver another blow with the sword.

The internal energy he had just suppressed had already told him that his best decision was to stay quietly where he was and wait for the other party to collapse.

Even though his feet felt a little numb from standing, he remained as steady as a pillar, allowing the other person to feel his heavy pressure.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Shu Fengting finally sighed and sat down on the bluestone floor.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, circulated his true energy, and began to save his own life regardless of Lin Feng's existence.

Lin Feng knew that this guy was at the end of his strength and probably had lost his ability to attack.

He stretched his legs, picked up the broken sword, and walked slowly forward.

The people under the pavilion were almost going crazy.

No one dared to go up and check.

Everyone has their own taboos.

Lin Feng came to Shu Fengting, squatted down, and heard the other party's heartbeat like a drum. He knew that he was extremely nervous.

Shu Fengting's eyelids kept twitching. After a moment, he finally couldn't calm down anymore, opened his eyes, and stared at Lin Feng.

"Boy, where did the knife in your hand come from?"

Lin Feng lifted up the broken sword and let him see it.

Shu Fengting stretched out his hand tremblingly, grabbed the broken sword, placed it across his knees, and lowered his head to look at it carefully.

Lin Feng did not stop him. Judging from various feelings, this guy was already at the end of his life.

"Why do you have to kill me?"

Lin Feng asked calmly.

"Hey, kid, you have to ask your master about this."

Shu Fengting's lips had turned white at this time, his eyes were empty, and his dehydrated face was as yellow as bacon.

He stroked the broken sword with his hand, his eyes filled with confusion, unable to see where the broken sword came from.

Then he raised his head with difficulty and stared at Lin Feng.

"You... could be a prince, or even... an emperor in this secular world, so why... why do you want to get involved in all this... trouble..."

Lin Feng nodded after a moment's hesitation: "This isn't what I want either. However, sometimes you have no say in which path you take."

Shu Fengting looked miserable, knowing that he would not live long and everything was an illusion.

"You...can't escape being...destroyed."

Lin Feng's mouth corners curled up slightly, revealing a hint of carefreeness.

"Have I ever escaped?"

Shu Fengting lowered his head: "Well, there is no escape... no escape..."

After that, there was no more movement.

Lin Feng discovered that the broken sword lying across Shu Fengting's knees was sucking blood from his hand.